Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2007 12:39:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sheila Smith <sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sonia

Sonia and the supermarket girls

Sonia was standing at the top of the steps outside Tesco's waiting for her
girlfriend.  She was wearing tight white jeans that showed off her long
shapely legs to great advantage.  She was leaning with her back against the
wall, her pelvis thrust forward, and her legs slightly apart.  In her
crutch, the seam was wedged almost obscenely into her slit, so that the
unmistakeable curving outline of her fleshy cuntlips was clearly visible,
like the lush sloping sides of a deep ravine.  Everyone who walked up the
steps got an eyeful of the provocatively-exposed topography of her
succulent genitals.  Her mouth too was somehow obscene, a thick-lipped gash
of red slashing her face.  The fullness and the moistness of those full red
lips were a mirror of her other puffy lips so starkly obvious through the
straining material of her white jeans.  When men stared, she outstared them
with a look of withering scorn that deterred the most brazen of them.  Her
eyes said clearly: "It's not for you, worm."

What she loved were the reactions of the women whose eyes came to rest,
whether they intended it or not, on the fig-like outline of her cunt etched
under her tight white jeans.  Some let their eyes linger just that little
bit too long on the magic spot, reflecting, wondering, dreaming, before
raising their eyes to hers, to see what kind of woman it was that made it
so blatantly obvious what she had on offer.  Then, her eyes softened,
reassuring them that there was no threat, telling them with her steady gaze
that she was ready if they were...  She knew after five minutes that, if it
wasn't for her date with her girlfriend, she could have pulled any one of
these sexually-ambiguous women, even one or two of the young married ones
with babies in pushchairs.  There is no limit, she reflected, to the
fundamental lesbian horniness of women.  One minute their minds are full of
housework and babies and shopping, and a second later, stimulated by
nothing more than a glimpse of available cunt, they are all a-tremble,
feeling the moistness spreading in their own cunnies as they lick their
lips and run their hands self-caressingly through their hair.

She folded her arms, which had the miraculous effect of lifting and pushing
out her fine bosom until it seemed that she would pop out of her bra at any
moment.  She had on one of those wispy blouses that was so flimsy that she
might just as well have been naked from the waist up.  It made her tits
highly visible, and her firm chewy nipples stood out prettily just asking
to be sucked.  As she stood there, flaunting herself in front of other
women like a tart in a lezzie bar, Sonia felt really good.  She loved to
provoke stares from other women, and to read the panic in their eyes when
they realised that they were turned on by her sexy body and her provocative
come-hither stance.  Yes, quite a number of these respectable Tesco women
shoppers couldn't hide from themselves - or from her when their eyes were
met by her unflinching and frankly sexual gaze -that they actually fancied
her, wanted to explore that succulent body and its enticing crevices.

Where's my lover-girl? she mused, beginning to get a little impatient.  It
was not like her girlfriend to be late for a date, especially one that
promised such fun and games as this one.  Sonia had checked discreetly to
make sure that their plump teenaged victim was on the till.  Sonia recalled
the girl's name: Brenda Simms.  Well, Brenda Simms, this could be your
lucky day, the day when I really will let you wrap my box for me!  The box
Sonia was thinking of was nothing to do with chocolates, although, to be
honest, her box was as sweet as anything Brenda would ever taste!
Especially if she lipsticked her labia, as she often did, thereby offering
two equally enticing mouths to kiss to those lucky females who shared her
bed and her body.  Eventually, tiring of waiting for her girlfriend, Sonia
collected a trolley and made her way into the supermarket.

As she walked along the aisle where the toiletries were, Sonia became
aware, out of the corner of her eye, that someone was watching her
intently.  One of the supervisors, a dark-haired, heavily-built woman of
middle years, had her eyes glued on Sonia as if she were a shoplifter.
Sonia turned her head slightly and met the woman's gaze.  Sonia did not
smile, but her face remained absolutely calm her gaze steady and
unflinching.  The supervisor averted her eyes, not very subtly, trying to
pretend that she had not been staring at Sonia.  But she did not move.
Instead she pretended to be inspecting a shelf.  Sonia noted the woman's
heavy bosom, imprisoned in a formidable bra under her white silk blouse,
and the ample hips that bulged from her red skirt.  The woman's legs were
equally heavy and muscular, giving her a menacing appearance.  The whole
effect of the woman's powerful limbs was enhanced by the uniform she was
wearing, the regulation and very attractive red skirt and jacket, and the
matching splendid tie.  She was the sort of woman that needs to be in a
uniform: dominant, powerful, menacing.

Sonia swallowed.  She had to admit that she was always turned on by these
butch women, and this dark-haired beauty was quite stunning with her heavy
bosom, big hips and solid muscular legs.  I wonder if she....  Sonia did
not need to complete the sentence, for the supervisor was staring at her
again.  Those piercing dark-brown eyes were stripping Sonia, peeling off
her shirt and jeans and ogling the warm flesh of her breasts and her plump
bottom and her long curving thighs.  Sonia pushed her trolley towards the
supervisor, stopped and smiled sweetly.

"Excuse me, I need something for my body."

The Supervisor gulped.

"Wh-what?" she stuttered.

"Do you sell Body Lotion?" said Sonia, smiling her sweetest smile.

The Supervisor regained her composure.  When she spoke, her voice was deep
and slightly throaty.

"Yes, dear, there, in front of you, on the bottom shelf."  The word "dear"
was a nice touch, thought Sonia.  Friendly, slightly superior in tone,
putting Sonia in her place - which was obviously in the passive role.
Sonia liked the idea of playing the "femme" to this lovely butch female.

"Where?  Oh yes, I see.  Thank you."

Sonia turned away from the woman and bent down to reach for a bottle of the
Body Lotion, deliberately sticking her bottom out at the woman.  She knew
that, from behind, she offered a beautiful target, especially as the woman
would be able to see, under her tight jeans, the appetising swelling curves
of her fleshy cuntlips, their prominence exaggerated by the tight seam
which cut between them.  Sonia resisted the temptation to wiggle her arse.
She crouched and quite deliberately knocked the whole display of Body
Lotion bottles off the shelf and on to the floor.  She looked back over her
shoulder at the supervisor.

"Sorry!"  she said, smiling ruefully.  She started to pick them up, and the
supervisor, as she had hoped, crouched down beside her to help.  Now the
woman was so close to her that she could feel her body heat, and her
nostrils picked up the musky odour that gave her the confirmation she
wanted of the woman's sexual interest in her.

"Here, let me!" said the woman gruffly, reaching across in front of Sonia
to pick up the bottles.  As she did so, her thigh pressed against Sonia's.
Both women were acutely aware of the contact, and neither made any move to
break it off.

"No, that's all right.  I feel such a fool!" Sonia replied, reaching to
pick up a bottle too.  Her fingers brushed the back of the woman's hand.
They both knew that the gesture was quite deliberate.  Their eyes met
again.  The unspoken message, the clear signals of mutual sexual interest
and arousal, flashed between them.  They stood up then, both a little
shocked by the speed and the frankness of their discovery of each other.

"I know I shouldn't say this, but if you want a body lotion, dear, this one
isn't much good.  Especially with a body like yours.  It deserves something
better."

"I'll use whatever you recommend," Sonia said obediently.  Then she added,
mischievously, "Preferably the one you use on yourself."

The woman tried a smile but not very successfully.  She was so overwhelmed
by Sonia's proximity that she was finding it difficult even to breathe
properly.  The combination of Sonia's gorgeous body, the heady smell of her
perfume and the realisation that all this was available to her, made the
woman feel dizzy.

"Where can I get it?"  Sonia continued innocently.

"Get what?" said the woman, dazed.

"This special body lotion you told me about.  The one that will be best for
my body."

Sonia ran her hands over her hips.  Once again her pelvis was thrust
forward, making her wonderfully fleshy vulva stand out.  It was as if she
were thrusting at the woman.

"Well, we don't sell it here, as you will appreciate.  But I've got some in
my office if you'd like to come and sample it."

"That's very kind of you!  I'll follow you."

The woman kept her eyes on Sonia's all the time they were talking as if she
wanted to make sure that she was reading the signals correctly.  Now she
let her gaze wander down over Sonia's succulent tits with their
asking-for-it nipples, down over her stomach to the wonderful protruding
vulva.  She wanted so much to possess this gorgeous, sexy female, to touch
and probe and fondle and squeeze, to kiss and lick and eat Sonia's warm,
feminine flesh.  She let her hand rest briefly on Sonia's arm in a gesture
of complicity.

"Let me go first.  It's that door over there.  Come in about a minute after
me.  Customers are not supposed to go in there, but if anyone stops you,
say you are a friend of Mrs Bryant's."

"Mrs Bryant."

"Call me Yvonne."

"I'm Sonia.  Thank you, Yvonne.  See you soon."

Yvonne was waiting for her when she went through the private door.  She
caught Sonia by the arm and whisked her along the corridor and into her
office as if she were afraid that someone else might snatch her away.  She
closed the door behind them and heaved an audible sigh of relief.

"Well!" she said gruffly.

"Well?" Sonia replied, eyeing her quizzically.

Yvonne suddenly seemed embarrassed.

"Oh, yes, er, Sonia, the, er, the body lotion."

"What a nice office you have!" commented Sonia, looking round in an effort
to break the tension.  Her eyes fell on the calendar, which, to her
surprise, was from a girlie magazine.  It had a picture of an improbably
nubile girl with pert young breasts coyly holding her hand over her snatch
and smiling innocently into the camera.  Yvonne followed Sonia's gaze.  She
frowned.

"I don't approve of pictures like that, young girls flaunting themselves,
men drooling over them.."  She spat the words out, obviously feeling very
angry at the way men exploit women's bodies for their own gratification.
It did not occur to her, probably, that Sonia was for her nothing more than
a sex object too, the only difference being that she was the object of
woman's lust rather than a man's.

Sonia was on the point of asking her why she had the picture on the wall
then, but thought better of it.

"Still, she's very pretty, isn't she?  I wouldn't object to her picture on
my bedroom wall."

"That's different," Yvonne replied, still unsure how to proceed.

"Yes, I suppose it is.  Anyway, you said you had something for me,
Yvonne,...."

"Oh yes, the body lotion.  Now, where is it?"  The woman began to rummage.
She was breathing heavily and her mighty bosom heaved and sank quite
alarmingly.  Sonia imagined herself imprisoned against its formidable bulk,
and felt a frisson of delight in her crutch.

"I like your uniform.  It's so...flattering," she said, changing the
subject yet again.

Yvonne became even more flustered.  For the dominant one, the butch type,
she wasn't doing very well.  Clearly she was flustered by Sonia's sexiness,
and by her calm manner in what was, after all, a tense and abnormal
situation.

"Do you really?  Some people say it's a bit, you know, military."

"Oh no!  It's very feminine!  It shows off your figure beautifully!"

She stared meaningfully at Yvonne's bulging breasts and her well-rounded
hips.

"Do you really think so, dear?"  Yvonne flushed with pleasure at the
compliment, and ran her hands over her hips like a little girl wearing her
first party dress.  "Mind you, I'd rather have a figure like yours.  I'm
just a heavy lump."

"Nonsense, Yvonne.  You have a beautiful shape.  Anyway, I think that there
is something incredibly ...attractive... about a mature woman in uniform."

"Attractive?"  Yvonne echoed the word as if she couldn't quite believe her
ears.

"Sexy."

Their eyes met.  Yvonne sought confirmation and reassurance.  She found it
in Sonia's steady gaze.  When Sonia spoke again, her voice was soft and
seductive:

"I think you are very attractive, Yvonne. I find you very sexy. OK?"

Yvonne was overwhelmed.  Her words came out in a jumble.

"I...you are beautiful.  Sonia.  How could you find me... I mean it's
incredible... I think you're..."



Looking back, Sonia could not remember which of them made the first move.
All she knew was that one minute they were talking, and the next she was
imprisoned in Yvonne's powerful arms, the breath being squeezed out of her
as she was pressed against that mountainous bosom.  Their mouths were
sealed in a long slobbering kiss.  They were both full-lipped, and the
suction that built up between their two mouths was tremendous.  Yvonne's
hands were soon all over Sonia, exploring the rounds of her buttocks and
the tantalising crease between.  She inserted her leg between Sonia's - no
great problem, for Sonia yielded at once - and pressed her thigh up against
Sonia's crutch.  She could feel Sonia's bitch-heat against her leg.

"God, I need you!" Yvonne gasped.

"Take me then, darling!" Sonia replied huskily, beginning to get really
worked up as this powerful woman's sex urge grew more and more demanding.

Yvonne, this respectable Tesco supervisor, lost all self-control at Sonia's
words.  She had dreamed of this, for she had seen Sonia before in the
supermarket, had made her the object of all her most secret and erotic
fantasies.  And now, the incredible reality.  This dishy woman with her
tempting nipples and her unbelievably fleshy vulva was available, ready and
waiting and willing for Yvonne's frenzied gropings.  She started to tear at
Sonia's clothes, but Sonia stopped her gently.

"Don't you think we ought to wait, darling?  After all, you are supposed to
be on duty.  Won't somebody notice that you're not out there?"

Yvonne's face sank.

"No, no, darling!" Sonia reassured her.  "I want it as much as you do.  I
told you: you really turn me on, especially in your lovely red uniform.
But I think it would be much better if we meet somewhere else to
...continue our...little get-together."

Yvonne nodded.

"You're right, dearest.  I got a bit carried away then.  You have no idea
how much... how much this means to me, being with you, kissing..."  Her
voice trailed away as she startled herself with her own boldness.

"And I want you to kiss me, Yvonne.  You're not the only one who's got the
hots.  So, darling, where and when?"

Just as they were leaving the office, having made an assignation and having
repaired the damage of their crazy frenzied embrace, there was a tap on the
door, and who should walk in but Brenda Simms, the object of Sonia's
planned seduction!

"Sorry, Mrs Bryant," she said, totally confused at finding the sexy
chocolate-box lady there, "I -I... you said to come to your office at three
o'clock...and..."

"That's all right, Brenda dear.  This lady was just leaving."  If she had
left it at that, the girl might have suspected nothing, but the Supervisor
felt it necessary to give an explanation.  "There was a problem with
some...some body lotion...and this lady wanted a refund."

Brenda knew that customers did not need to be taken to the Supervisor's
private office for a refund, and she immediately guessed what was going on.
Sonia was quick to catch the flash of dawning realisation in the girl's
young eyes.

"Well, thank you, Yvonne ... Mrs Bryant, for your help.  It's all right, I
can see myself out.  Bye, my dear."  The last words were directed at
Brenda, accompanied by a smile so sweet that Brenda practically fainted.
She was completely in love with this beautiful sexy angel of a woman,
completely overwhelmed at the very idea that one day she might be allowed
to touch and fondle and kiss those wonderful breasts, to explore with her
slender fingers the exciting mysteries which lay between the
enticingly-engorged labia of her cavernous vulva.



They both watched her leave, ogling her impudent wiggling bottom as it
disappeared from view, the randy dark-haired Supervisor, still aglow with
lust, and the inexperienced young girl, burgeoning into lesbianism,
terrified to declare her true nature but more desperate than ever for a
woman's love.  With Sonia gone, the woman and the girl looked at each
other.  Brenda was a bit apprehensive.  The other girls made jokes about
Mrs Bryant, and hinted darkly at her sexual tastes when it came to young
girls.  When Mrs Bryant asked to see you in her office, well, you'd better
watch out for her wandering hands!  And now, it was Brenda's turn to find
herself in the spider's parlour.  The buxom supervisor, Yvonne, ran her
hands over her red uniform, brushing out imaginary creases, and, resting
her plump buttocks on the edge of her desks, planted her feet apart and
faced the nervous shopgirl.  Brenda was dressed, like all the Tesco
shopgirls in a simple chequered smock which buttoned all the way down the
front.  And, as Yvonne knew very well, like all the other girls, she would
have nothing much on underneath except bra and panties, because it was very
hot working under the strip lighting of the supermarket.  Brenda stood
facing her interrogator, her wide blue eyes downcast.  Yvonne ran her eyes
hungrily over the young girl's body before speaking, her voice huskier than
ever.  A parallel dialogue of unspoken thoughts was played out as the
conversation progressed.

"Well, dear, I thought it was time we had a little chat."

(I've had my eyes on you for weeks and I've been trying to find an excuse
to get you in here, alone with me.)

"Yes, Mrs Bryant."

(I wonder what she really wants with me?  My God, she has enormous boobs!)

"You seem to be getting on very well.  Are you happy in your work?"

(I love the way you sit with your legs parted.  And you've got a delicious
pair of titties.  I wonder, are you wearing a bra?)

"Yes, thank you, Mrs Bryant."

(Can she really be what the other girls say she is?  I wonder what lesbians
actually DO together?)

"You know, Brenda, you really are a very pretty girl.  I bet you have lots
of boy friends."

(Wouldn't it be marvellous I could get this pretty little thing to admit
she is sexually inclined my way?  She looks good enough to eat!)

"Not really, Mrs Bryant."

(Oh God, she sounds like my mother!  "Brenda, when are you going to get
yourself a nice steady boy friend, blah, blah, blah!")

"Oh come on, a pretty girl like you!  I don't believe you!"

(Come on!  Let's get to the point!)

"I..I don't like boys!"

(Wow!  That's plain enough!  Now, I must be very careful!)

"Well, if that's true, dear, I think you are very sensible.  We women don't
really need men, do we?"

(OK, there's your opening, my pretty Brenda, if you want it)

"I suppose not, Mrs Bryant.  At least....

(Here goes!)

....at least, I don't."

Yvonne found it difficult to breathe.  The atmosphere in the office had
suddenly become very oppressive.  The woman and the girl continued to face
each other, each one becoming aware of the dangerous game she was playing.
Yvonne reached out and touched Brenda's hair.

"You really are very attractive, Brenda dear."

Brenda cast her eyes down modestly.  Her heart was pounding in her breast.
She began to tremble.

"I mean it, dear.  I find you very attractive."  Yvonne persisted, still
stroking the girl's long blond hair.

"Thank you," said Brenda, realising how stupid it sounded.

"Sexually attractive, I mean, Brenda."

The silence was electric.  Every nerve fibre in the girl's body was alive,
throbbing.  Yvonne let her caressing hand fall to the girl's shoulder.

"Does that shock you, dear?"

The girl hesitated for a long time, leaving the terrible question hanging
in the air.  She was naive, inexperienced, a virgin, but she was not so
naive that she did not realise what was happening.  What the other girls
said about Mrs Bryant was true, but Brenda knew that she had always known
that.  The other girls sniggered to think that their supervisor lusted
after young girls, but Brenda had never sniggered.  Her viewpoint was
completely different.  She was fascinated and attracted by the idea of an
older woman who might fancy her.

"I don't mind.  Really."  Brenda said.  she kept her eyes downcast.

Yvonne had to use all her self-control not to start pawing the girl's body.
Her face was distorted with the lust she felt for this delectable young
creature, but she was too old a hand to spoil everything by being brusque
just at the moment when the maximum subtlety was called for.  She looked
hungrily at the girl's tits.  They looked so plump, so ripe under her
smock, like juicy peaches.  Yvonne imagined her teeth sinking into a ripe
red peach and the sweet juice running down her chin as she sucked on the
delicious ripe flesh.

"I'm glad you understand, dear," she purred, letting her hand run sensually
down the girl's arm.  Then she cupped the girl's face in her hands.  "Don't
worry, dear, nothing's going to happen."

"It's all right.  Really, Mrs Bryant," Brenda said, her voice sounding
almost like a protest, as if she were trying to say: "Go on!  Do whatever
you want with me!"

Yvonne took a deep breath, and let her hands fall to the girl's shoulders.

"Brenda, you know, don't you, that there are many women who
are... different."

"Different?"

"Attracted to other women.  Well, I am like that.  And I think that perhaps
you are like that too."



As she spoke she let her hands stray over the young girl's plump breasts.
If the girl was going to panic, this was the moment.  Brenda was still
trembling, but she did not flinch.  She allowed the hands to caress her
without protest.

"Your breasts are very beautiful!" Yvonne said breathily, squeezing the
soft yielding globes of flesh lovingly in her hands.  "And I'm so glad that
you're not wearing a bra!"

Brenda blushed.

"It's so...so hot out there.... I didn't mean...."

Don't apologise, darling!  It's wonderful to feel you.... to feel them ...
they feel so natural..."

For once in her life, Yvonne was lost for words.  But her hands
communicated all her meaning as they stroked and caressed and squeezed the
young girl's breasts.  Brenda was in seventh heaven.  she felt her knees
buckle under her, and it was only Yvonne's swift action in catching her up
in her arms that prevented the poor girl from falling to the floor.

"There, there!  You're safe now!  Safe in my arms!"  Yvonne crooned,
holding the girl tightly to her.  She pulled the girl close to her between
her parted legs, and ran her hands over her buttocks in her desperation to
feel the girl's pubes against her own.  Brenda was still trembling like
some fluttering bird caught in a trap, but she made no effort to escape.
It was wonderful to be pressed against this powerful woman's formidable
bosom and to feel her strong arms round her.  The poor innocent creature
had no idea what was expected of her, but she was happy just to be crushed
in the safe haven of this strange woman's arms.

"Come!"  Yvonne said simply, leading the girl into the annex to the office
which served as a sickbay.  She lay the girl down on the narrow bed,
expecting and getting no protest.  Then she began voluptuously to unbutton
the girl's tunic, letting the girl's fine young breasts spill out from
their prison.  With practised fingers, she slipped off the girl's panties.

"Are you sure, darling?"  she whispered, looking deep into the girl's eyes.
What she saw there gave her her answer.  This shy creature with her wide
eyes and her blond hair and her tempting plump body had been waiting all
her life for this moment.

"Hm, hm," she murmured softly, nodding her acquiescence to the coming act
of lesbian seduction which she had so often fantasised about in her secret
lonely dreams.  Yvonne got up, went to the office door and locked it, took
the telephone off the hook, and went back into the hot, stuffy annex,
closing the door behind her.  Now, the whole world was shut out, leaving
the two women free to make glorious love as only women together can.
Yvonne was desperate now for Brenda's succulent young body.  She started to
peel off her own clothes, jacket and skirt and shoes, blouse and tights,
and finally the formidably-engineered underwear that held her in shape.

When her breasts spilled out of the prison of her bra, their hugeness
caused Brenda's eyes to widen.  She had never seen, or imagined, breasts so
full and heavy and pendulous.  And the nipples!  They were dark and
prominent, like cones, pointy and incredibly suckable.  She felt their
heaviness on her abdomen as the woman lowered herself on to Brenda and
clamped her mouth greedily over the young girl's breasts, sucking them
whole into her mouth without difficulty.  It was the first time that Brenda
had had her nipples sucked in this way - and it was FANTASTIC!
Instinctively she spread her legs wide apart and wrapped them round
Yvonne's waist, and, at the same time, she gripped Yvonne's hair as if she
were afraid to lose that wonderful sucking mouth on her breasts.  Yvonne
raised herself and came up to kiss Brenda full on the mouth, forcing the
girl's lips apart and probing the hot wet cavern of her mouth in a
passionate French kiss that left them both panting for breath.  Now, their
cunts were together, and Yvonne sought to create that exquisite tribadic
bonding that makes lesbian love so wonderful, that trembling clitoridal
intertwining, that delicious rubbing as cuntlips meet and caress that makes
lesbian love more beautiful and more satisfying to a woman than anything
else.

The effect on the young girl was electric.  She straightened her legs
stiffly so that the woman's thighs were lying along her own, and she
manoeuvred and wriggled and made grinding movements with her hips to
increase the unbelievably exciting contact between her fleshy young labia
and the hot spreading lips of the older woman's squashy cunt.

"Kiss me!  Oh, kiss me again, darling!"  Yvonne's voice was hoarse and
deep, like a man's, but her body was all woman.  Brenda needed no urging,
but sought the woman's fleshy lips with her own, thrilling as their tongues
intertwined.  This was no seduction.  The girl was willing, enthusiastic,
to a degree that surprised even Yvonne.  It was as if they had been lovers
for years.  And Brenda was happy at last.  All her fears evaporated in the
arms of this wonderfully passionate woman.  All her secret dreams were
being fulfilled as she felt her whole body melt into Yvonne's.  She loved
the sensation of being drowned in a sea of womanly flesh, of being crushed
under the weight of Yvonne's titanic breasts which squashed against her own
like two enormous round cushions.  Most of all, she loved the sealing of
their mouths in a long passionate lesbian kiss.  She knew that she was not
the first Tesco shopgirl to be seduced by their buxom dark-haired
Supervisor, but she didn't care.  She abandoned herself to the woman's
expert lovemaking, to the thick wet lips trailing down her neck and on to
her breasts, to the hard insistent grinding of the woman's bushy pelvis
against her own, to the woman's incredibly deft fingers tracing patterns
over her trembling skin.  Brenda would never have believed that her body
could be raised to such a fever heat of sexual excitement, but this
powerful woman with her repertoire of lesbian caresses was playing the
young girl's body as if it were a musical instrument.

Brenda arched her back, pushing her belly hard against Yvonne's as she felt
a huge orgasm like a tidal wave welling up inside her.  She felt as if her
whole body was on fire and could only be quenched by the flesh of her
wonderful female lover's body.  Yvonne slid her hands under Brenda and held
her buttocks in a vice-like grip, pulling the girl against her.  Every
muscle in her body strained as she held herself in suspension, desperately
trying to keep control of the spasms which began to rack her body in
response to the girl's rippling waves of orgasm.  The two females were in
perfect harmony now, the plump firm body of the young girl pulsating
against the mountainous flesh of the older woman.  They made a beautiful
picture, two females, hot for each other, their orgasms perfectly attuned,
their bodies moving together as if they were no longer two people but one.

They lay together for a long time, enjoying the afterglow of their
lovemaking.  Yvonne, all passion spent, reflected how wonderful it was to
find so many young girls nowadays who were ready to follow their natural
instincts and give themselves willingly to lesbianism.  How different from
her own young days, when lesbianism was the love that did not dare to speak
its name.  Her first forays into the twilight world of love between women
were agonies of secrecy and guilt.  But here was this young girl, who had
never before even touched another woman, aroused to a fever pitch of
passion within moments of the first tentative lesbian caress.

Brenda, in her turn, was savouring what had just happened.  She knew that
she would never be the same again.  For a moment she felt a sort of panic.
Would people know about her?  Would the other girls be able to tell just by
looking at her that she had gone through a lesbian experience with the
Supervisor - and totally given herself up to the woman's lovemaking?  Would
she be marked, like Cain, with the stains of their couplings?  Would her
body look different now that it had known a woman's hands and lips upon it?

"I'm not too heavy for you, am I, darling?" Yvonne whispered, letting her
lips touch her lover's ear.

"No, Yvonne.  Not at all.  I like to feel you crushing me!"  Brenda
whispered back, loving the intimacy of calling her Supervisor by her first
name.  It completed the bond between them.

"Any regrets?"

"Oh, no!  It was wonderful!  I never dreamed it would be so wonderful!  My
whole body is still tingling.  Thank you for making me feel so...good!"

"Sh!  Don't say that!  I did nothing.  You are the one who roused me.  You
are so sexy, Brenda, and so beautiful.  I'm the one who should thank you!"

As she spoke, Yvonne let her hand slide down between Brenda's legs and her
fingers slip voluptuously between the girl's silky cuntlips.

"Hmm!  That's nice!  Ooh, you'll get me all worked up again!" Brenda
giggled, feeling that wonderful tingling inside her that comes from the
ministrations of another woman's fingers.

"That's the whole idea, sweetheart!"  Yvonne said, her voice husky with
emotion once more.

"Please let me do it to you, Yvonne.  I'd love to make you as happy as
you've made me!"

Yvonne rolled on to her back, put her lips close to Brenda's ear and
whispered urgently:

"Use your tongue on me, darling.  Suck me!  I'd love that!"

Brenda was shocked by this.  She had heard about cunnilingus, eating pussy,
muff-diving, or whatever you want to call it, but the idea of sucking a
woman down there seemed to her somehow dirty.  The thought of putting her
mouth on the squashy lips of Yvonne's cavernous cunt was horrible.  But
what choice had she?  She wanted to please Yvonne, certainly didn't want to
do anything to make her angry, so the poor girl slid down the bed and,
taking a deep breath like someone about to plunge into a raging torrent,
closed her eyes and let her mouth find the woman's hot wet cunt.  The smell
between Yvonne's legs was very strong, a pungent animal odour that was all
woman.  The aroma of Yvonne's squashy vulva, a pervasive mix of stale sweat
and cuntjuices, stung Brenda's nostrils and made her gag.  Yvonne, of
course, knew exactly what would happen, and she had quite deliberately
asked the girl to go down on her, knowing that her cunt, unwashed and
sweaty and soaked in the acrid juices that had lubricated her cunt and
gushed with her orgasms, would smell really ripe.  You're not a real
lesbian, my girl, she thought grimly, until you learn to crave for the real
smell of a real woman's cunt.  This was not the chocolate box world of
perfumed pussies and prettily-scented labia, but the harsh reality of
malodorous cunts giving off an overpowering stench of sweat and sex juices
with just a hint of urine and a hint of darker, earthier smells.

This was the animal reality, the heart of the matter, the fountain at which
the true lesbian loves to drink.  Brenda was about to pass her final test
for admission to the secret sisterhood.  Her mouth hovered above the steamy
cunt from which the sour odours rose like gases from a swamp.  She thought
at first that she was going to retch, but found that she quickly became
used to the smell of Yvonne's cunt.  In fact, there was something
incredibly erotic about being so close to the central mystery of womanhood,
this powerful cavernous place with its unforgettable smell.  It reminded
Brenda of all the female odours of her childhood: her elder sister's soiled
knickers that she had pressed to her face, wishing she could be pretty like
her; the hot smells that pervaded her nostrils as she joined the crush of
sweaty female bodies in the showers after games, realising dimly and
guiltily that these lovely girls were objects of sexual desire to her (and
to each other); the curious odour, which only women could pick up, that
told them that another woman was menstruating.  And now, here she was with
the tip of her nose already between Yvonne's labia sucking in the
incredible mix of pungent aromas that were beginning to act on her like an
aphrodisiac until she thought she would faint.  This was headier than any
perfume, and she was amazed at how much she was beginning to love the
earthy smell.

And taste.  Tentatively she let the tip of her tongue peep out between her
lips and lap the liquid which oozed from Yvonne's cunt.  She could not
believe how good it tasted!  She tried again, this time opening her lips a
little and plunging her tongue deeper into the steaming gash of Yvonne's
cunt.  It reminded Brenda of those pictures of boiling lava oozing from a
volcanic fissure.  The image was perfect.  Yvonne was going crazy as she
felt the tentative butterfly-wing movements of Brenda's tongue brushing the
sensitive walls of her cuntlips, but she resisted the temptation to grab
the girl's hair and force her mouth down on to her cunt.  She was aching
now for Brenda's mouth.  She stroked the girl's hair and purred out loud.

"I'm sorry if I smell a bit strong, darling," she said, "But that's what a
woman is all about."

Brenda raised her head.

"It's nice, Yvonne!  I like the smell of you.  Am I doing it right for
you?"

"Think of my pussy as another mouth.  Put your lips over my "lips" and kiss
me there the way you kissed me on the mouth before.  And, darling: use your
tongue!"

Brenda did as she was told, carrying out the older woman's instructions to
the letter.  She clamped her mouth over Yvonne's cunt, stretching her lips
back over her teeth to cover the cavernous vulva, and plunged her tongue
deep into the hot salty-tasting recess of her vagina.  The sensation was
unbelievably sexy and Brenda found herself writhing in ecstasy as she
worked herself up, astounded at her own boldness and inhibition.  If this
was cunnilingus, she wanted to become a fluent cunnilinguist, a mistress of
tongues!  She ate the older woman's pussy as if she were devouring jelly
and cream, sucking in the soft cuntlips and drinking down the juices which
flowed copiously from the cornucopia of Yvonne's cunt.  Brenda's own cunny
was red hot and pulsating so that she quickly climbed to fresh orgasmic
peaks, turned on by her voracious and enthusiastic cunt-sucking orgy.  Her
face was soaked, streaked with Yvonne's hot slippery cuntjuices, her nose
was buried in Yvonne's cunt, her nostrils flaring to inhale the heady
aromas that emanated from it, and her fingernails dug into Yvonne's
buttocks as she strained to hold the woman's crutch against her mouth, to
fulfil the mission that Yvonne had set her, to think of her cunt as another
mouth with its own wonderful lips and hot wet cavern where her tongue could
poke and probe and linger lovingly.

Yvonne's fingers were tightly curled in Brenda's hair now, holding the
girl's head tight up between her thighs.  Brenda was off the bed now,
kneeling between Yvonne's legs in a position which suggested more than
submission: she was performing an act of worship before the sacred altar of
Yvonne's cunt, an altar from which emanated the incense of her vaginal
odours.  Yvonne was fully aware of the girl's submissive posture, and had
deliberately engineered it.  The feeling of power that it gave her was
another turn-on for her, and it was difficult to say what made her come at
that moment, the ministrations of Brenda's busy gobbling mouth, or the fact
of her genuflection before the mighty Vulva, the all-powerful Cunt, of Mrs
Yvonne Bryant, Supervisor and Lesbian Extraordinary.  At any rate, her
heaving body was all the evidence that Brenda needed that she had succeeded
in pleasing her mistress.  Yvonne moaned and grunted as the spasms of her
orgasm caused her breasts to rise and fall rapidly and her cunt to gush
forth even more profusely than before.  She had, as one of her old girl
friend's put it, a generous cunt.  And pretty young Brenda Simms, no longer
an innocent virgin but an initiate into the twilight world where women love
women, was the beneficiary of this generosity.

"God! That's beautiful!  Aargghh!!  Oh my God!!  Aargghhh!!  Oh, suck me!!
Suck me hard!!!  Darling!  Ohhhhh!!!!  Aaahhh!!"

Gradually her moans became sighs and her sighs became soft breathing and
Yvonne knew that she had been in paradise.  Her whole body vibrated with
the passion that this young girl had induced with her unpractised lips and
tongue.  Yvonne's cunt felt as if it were on fire, and she clamped her
thighs against the girl's head, trapping it there, as if she were trying to
extinguish the flames by depriving them of oxygen.  Poor Brenda could
hardly breathe, but she felt wonderful, glowing deep inside with pride as
she realised that she, a mere girl, had been able to give this incredibly
sexy woman an earthquake of an orgasm just by using her mouth and her
tongue on the bottomless pit of her stupendous vagina.

Finally, Yvonne pulled Brenda up on to her, and kissed her wetly, tasting
her own cuntjuices mingled now with the young girl's saliva.  They lay for
a while longer before Yvonne spoke gently to her.

"I think we ought to get dressed.  We've been here ages, and people will
begin to wonder what we're up to."

They stood up.  Brenda looked again at the woman's powerful body, the huge
pendulous breasts and the strong muscular legs, and felt another surge of
pride that she had been a willing acolyte at such an altar of lovely
womanliness.  Yvonne smiled when she saw the girl staring unashamedly at
her body.  Lovingly she reached out, took Brenda's hands and placed them
over her breasts.

"They are yours whenever you want them, darling.  I am yours whenever you
want me."

Brenda felt a surge of love for this nubile woman with her dark eyes and
her rounds of warm yielding flesh.  She threw herself into Yvonne's arms
and kissed her passionately on the mouth, breaking away only to say
breathlessly:



"I love you, Yvonne!"

No, my dear, Yvonne thought to herself, you love cunt.  Welcome, little
one, to our ranks.  Aloud she said:

"And I love you, Brenda.  Now, let's get dressed and get back to the boring
reality of the straight world, shall we?"

The word "straight" struck a chord in Brenda's mind.  She was no longer
part of the straight world.  She was gay, a lesbian, a cunt-licker, a dike,
a pervert.  Not nice.  Not the sort of girl that you let your daughter play
with.  One of those.  A queer.  A lezzy.  Well, she thought, so be it.  I
am what I am, and I'm proud to be what I am.  Better to be a lesbian and
spend your life loving women than pretend to be straight and let yourself
be pawed and penetrated by filthy men.

But, as she walked back to her till, she knew that the eyes of every other
girl in the supermarket were upon her.  They knew.  Their smirking faces
were enough.  Their leering glances screamed: "BRENDA IS A DYKE! BRENDA IS
A DYKE!"  As she took her seat on her stool - gingerly for her cunt was
still a-fire - she turned to the girl at the next till and gave her a
lascivious wink, at the same time pursing her lips in a mocking kiss.  The
girl blushed and turned away.  Right, thought Brenda, I'll have your
knickers down and my tongue up your cunt before long, see if I don't.  She
smiled to herself at the prospect that she could now start confidently out
on a campaign of lesbian seduction.  Wouldn't it be nice if I could get the
whole lot of them hooked on cunnilingus, she thought.  What a wonderful
picture: a whole staff of shopgirls perverted into lesbianism, leaving the
males who worked there to toss each other off, seeking consolation where
they could as every single female in the place turned her back and walked
off into the arms of another woman.  She thought too of the incredible sexy
chocolate box customer, and realised that she could not rest until she had
tasted the sweet fruits of her luscious body.



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